Lunamania

One of the best things about being on vacation was being outdoors all day and night. I didn't really care whether I was floating in the ocean or doing battle with blood sucking mosquitos--I was just happy whatever I was doing didn't require Windoze 2000 or Outlook. Now I'm back in the world of my pigeon friendly office and carpel tunnel daily existence. I decided rather than complain--ok, in addition to complaining--I'm going to marshall all of my Polyanna-Hufflepuff-esque qualities and get off my ass and be more active/sporty dammit.

Things I've done to be more sporty...
-- Played volleyball at the J-town league. This is a hard core league. I mean there's beer and chicken wings DURING the game. Excellent.

-- Directed admiring thoughts to Chris P and Jen K who are both sportily involved in marathon trainings. I also made dinner plans with Debbie K who has already completed 2 marathons.

-- Got inadvertendly involved in a search and rescue for a missing 81 year old hiker. In a genuine attempt to be more active, the Hiking Monkey and I planned a little outing in Briones Park. We roll into the parking lot through a roar of helicopter dust and noticed an encampment of ambulances and patrol cars cordoned off by yellow police tape. The park ranger asked, "Here to volunteer for the search and rescue?" I replied, "Nope, just here for a hike." The Monkey was much less of an asshole and figured if we're going to hike anyway, we should see if we could lend a hand/keep an eye out. After learning that a search dog was bitten by a rattle snake and a volunteer just passed out from heat stroke, we decided it was best to stick to our original hike. But we kept an eye out for Mr. Finney. Unfortunately, we didn't find any traces of him.

-- Secured $30 when I bet Harold that he would not complete a triathalon before the end of the year.

-- Travelled to the Tenderloin to do some heavy cocktail glass lifting exercises in honor of Nirej's birthday and Anita's completion of the CA bar.

-- Sprinted from SFO to Oakland and back in less than an hour-during rush hour. ok, I was in a cab. This whole experience could be worthy of a blog entry, but the message can be summarized as, "NEVER forget your paper ticket when flying United. They will do NOTHING to accomodate you."

-- Compared tales surfing and plate lunches with Heidi and Cheri-Ann. I'm thinking it's time for another visit to Surf Diva in San Diego. I'm having a little California appreciation moment.

Clearly not that sporty. In an attempt to reclaim my past sportiness, I've decided I must find some structured sporty activity. Marathons frighten me. I'm contemplating a sprint triathalon, but can't really swim. And in the screwy world of sports a biathalon is actually cross-country skiing and shooting. Where is the bike and run event? How is that not a biathalon? Who skis and shoots? It's so bizarre.

Anyway, I'm open to structured sporty suggestions.